My ex-husband got engaged, I was reborn, and the young master of Beijing's elite circle went cr

“I don’t know why he wants to see you, but he said it seems like there’s something he wants to resolve with you in person.”

Ye Duoduo's words made Jian He fall into deep thought.

She thought for a moment and said, "Say yes to him. It's time to resolve some things."

A few days later, Jian He met Yin Muqiao in Nanluo City. Compared to the spirited Yin Muqiao of a year ago, the man standing in front of Jian He now was hunched over and looked as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

Seeing Jian He now, a glimmer of light appeared in Yin Muqiao's eyes.

At this moment, his regret had reached its peak. If it weren't for his actions back then, he might have already become the president of the Jian Group, and in Nanluo City, he would definitely be a man who could command the wind and rain.

But now...

Previously, he believed in love and Wu Hua, thinking that Jian He loved him and could do whatever she wanted.

Now, can he say that he regrets it?

If he could live his life again, he would definitely treat Jian He well, so that he and his whole family wouldn't have to suffer so much.

Looking at Jian He, Yin Muqiao felt a surge of inferiority. Jian He, on the other hand, asked Yin Muqiao a question.

"Yin Muqiao, what do you want with me?"

Yin Muqiao bit her lip, thought for a moment, and then asked, "I heard you're going to marry Cheng Yan?"

Jian He nodded: "Yes, I'm going to marry him. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Yin Muqiao shook his head. What could he possibly want? He said, "Nothing, I just wanted to offer you my best wishes for your marriage."

Upon hearing Yin Muqiao's words, Jian He let out a cold laugh.

"Alright, I accept your blessing. If there's nothing else, you can go now."

Jian He didn't want to talk to Yin Muqiao anymore. She couldn't understand how she could have ever liked this man in the first place, and why she had insisted on marrying him, even at the cost of her life.

Faced with Jian He's order to leave, Yin Muqiao was quite disappointed. He stood there, unwilling to leave for a long time.

After a long silence, he asked, "Jian He, do you hate me?"

Jian He looked at him and shook her head: "I don't hate you... because I've never loved you. If I don't love you, where does the hate come from?"

Jian He's words made Yin Muqiao, who was already filled with regret, feel even more lost, as if countless knives were stabbing his heart.

He knew that from this moment on, he and Jian He were from two different worlds. They were like two parallel lines that could never intersect, and there was no possibility of them ever meeting again.

Yin Muqiao, his body hunched over, slowly walked away.

He had to hurry home; his mother had just found him a job carrying sandbags, and he had to go do it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to support his family of bloodsuckers.

After Yin Muqiao left, Cheng Yan happened to come over. Seeing Yin Muqiao, he asked, "That person, I think I saw you talking to him just now. Who is he?"

Jian He glanced at it and casually replied, "He was collecting trash at the hotel and asked me where the reception desk was. I kindly pointed it out to him."

Cheng Yan put his arm around Jian He's shoulder and reminded her, "Okay, be careful in the future and try not to talk to these strangers, for your safety."

"Okay, I understand, honey."

Jian He's calling him "husband" filled Cheng Yan's heart with sweetness. He looked directly into Jian He's eyes and asked with great longing, "Did you just call me 'husband'?"

Jian He nodded.

She said, "Oh right, we just got our marriage certificate at the Nanluo Civil Affairs Bureau. Xiaoxue helped us with it. Is it wrong for me to call you my husband?"

Cheng Yan quickly replied, "That's right, you have to call me husband. I am your husband."

"Come on, sweetie, say it again so your husband can hear it."

Jian He couldn't help but chuckle at Cheng Yan's appearance.

She pressed her lips to Cheng Yan's ear, calling out again and again, "Husband, husband..."

Cheng Yan's heart was blooming like flowers in June.

Cheng Yan and Jian He's wedding was held two months later.

At the wedding, Jian He wore a beautiful wedding dress, and Cheng Yan wore a sharp suit. The moment Jian Qingshan placed Jian He's hand in Cheng Yan's, the newlyweds embraced and wept.

Cheng Yan held Jian He tightly and whispered, "Wife, I've finally married you. Don't worry, from now on, I, Cheng Yan, will take good care of you."

"Yes, I will take good care of you, my husband."

The audience below the stage, watching the newlyweds embracing tightly, couldn't help but shed tears of emotion.

Little Ruibao, holding his tablet, sat in the crowd, seemingly oblivious to the scene unfolding on stage.

Cheng Gang tugged at Rui Bao and asked, "Bao, your dad and mom are getting married on stage, why aren't you looking at the stage?"

What's interesting to look at on a tablet?

Cheng Gang's words made Rui Bao raise his eyes.

He explained to Cheng Gang, "Grandpa, there are lots of things on the tablet, like food, drinks, and toy cars that you can buy online."

"My parents were busy with their wedding and didn't have time to buy things for their unborn siblings, so I, as their son, bought them for them first."

Rui Bao's words startled Cheng Gang.

He pressed further, "Bao, what do you mean by that?"

Ruibao glanced at him and explained, "Grandpa, I didn't mean anything. What I meant was that it won't be long before you have two more grandsons."

"No, it could be a beloved grandson or a beloved granddaughter."

"So, as the older brother, shouldn't I prepare everything my younger siblings need in advance?"

"And another thing, Grandpa, you're going to be a grandpa again, you can't be too stingy. Tell me, what are you going to buy for your younger siblings?"

Rui Bao's words seemed to make Cheng Gang understand something. He looked up at the stage and saw that Jian He, who was tightly wrapped in a wedding dress, seemed to have a protruding belly.

Jian He is pregnant...

In the future, Jian He will carry on the Cheng family line, and Cheng Gang will have done right by Cheng Yan's mother. Looking at Rui Bao beside him, and then at his son and daughter-in-law on the stage, Cheng Gang felt particularly overjoyed.

He had been in politics for many years, under immense pressure. Only at this moment did he feel true joy.

The guests below the stage were filled with laughter and cheers, while the newlyweds on the stage wept with joy.

In the future, they will hold hands and walk towards a happy tomorrow.

The story ends here. May all lovers in the world, like the protagonists in this story, weather the storms of love and ultimately reach a happy ending.

At the same time, I wish my dear readers a Happy New Year and lots of laughter.